veil rent away; how she wished to stay apart, and weep the whole day.
I do not love her now with passion, but I still feel towards her as I can to no other woman.
I thought of all this as I looked at Madame Recamier.
to R. W. E.
7th Feb., 1843.—I saw the letter of your new friend, and liked it much; only, at this distance, one could not be sure whether it was the nucleus or the train of a comet, that lightened afar.
The daemons are not busy enough at the births of most men. Theylieve me superlatively yours, Margaret.
The following letter seems to refer, under an Eastern guise, and with something of Eastern exaggeration of compliment too, to some such native sterilities in her correspondent:—
to R. W. E.
23d Feb., 1840.—I am like some poor traveller of the desert, who saw, at early morning, a distant palm, and toiled all day to reach it. All day he toiled.
The unfeeling sun shot pains into his temples; the burning air, filled with sand, checked his brea<
of means, and less insight as to principles; but this movement has done him a world of good.
All should say, however, that they consider this plan as a mere experiment, and are willing to fail.
I tell them that they are not ready till they can say that. ——says he can bear to be treated unjustly by all concerned,—which is much.
He is too sanguine as it appears to me, but his aim is worthy, and, with his courage and clear intellect, his experiment will not, at least to him, be a failure.
Feb. 19, 1841.—Have I never yet seen so much as one of my spiritual family?
The other night they sat round me, so many who have thought they loved, or who begin to love me. I felt myself kindling the same fire in all their souls.
I looked on each, and no eye repelled me. Yet there was no warmth for me on all those altars.
Their natures seemed deep, yet there was not one from which I could draw the living fountain.
I could only cheat the hour with them, prize, admire, and pity.
It was sad;
st come, or I be driven from Rome, I have all the images fair and fresh in my mind.
About public events, why remain ignorant?
Take a daily paper in the house.
The Italian press has recovered from the effervescence of childish spirits;— you can now approximate to the truth from its reports.
There are many good papers now in Italy.
Whatever represents the Montanelli ministry is best for you. That gives the lead now. I see good articles copied from the Alba.
to Madame Arconati.
Rome, Feb. 5, 1849.—I am so delighted to get your letter, that I must answer on the instant.
I try with all my force to march straight onwards,—to answer the claims of the day; to act out my feeling as seems right at the time, and not heed the consequences;—but in my affections I am tender and weak; where I have really loved, a barrier, a break, causes me great suffering.
I read in your letter that I am still dear to you as you to me. I always felt, that if we had passed more time together,— if t